Ruby's head snapped around. The thermos was already in the air, spinning as it flew straight toward her.
Before she could react, someone stepped in front of her.
Owen.
The thermos hit his back, and burst open. Hot liquid spilled across his suit, and a thin cloud of steam rose.
As the smell of scorched fabric filled the room, Ruby sucked in a sharp breath.
"Are you okay?" she asked, panic creeping into her voice.
"I'm fine," Owen said.
But his eyes were fixed on Sheila, and the slight furrow in his brow said otherwise.
Sheila had gone pale. She lifted her shaking hands.
"I didn't mean to. I swear I wasn't aiming at you."
Before anyone could even respond, she turned abruptly and ran down the hallway, disappearing from sight.
No one followed her.
Instead, everyone gathered around
